. did you... ?" Yes, she is, yes, we're going to and no, we didn't, not yet." Ed, do you hear the way he's talking to me in riddles? Aren't you going ...o do something?"Ed looked over his paper. "Did you say something, dear? Did Ben tell you he's going to meet with Beverly?"Jen looked at me, showing concern in her eyes. "You don't have to do that, Benny." I don't mind." Well, I DO!" she said, getting up from the table and leaving the room, heading upstairs.After she left the room, Ed reiterated. “It’s nothing like that, Celine.”“You’re a terrible liar.”At that moment, a door down the hall burst open and one of the instructors skidded out, looking in all directions until he caught sight of Addie.“Honey, I—” And then he caught sight of me.“‘Honey,’” I repeated, crossing my arms and giving Addie a look.“Busted,” she said, sighing. Her face had turned several shades of red.I glanced at the instructor, wondering if he had anything to say, but he didn’t appear to have any words. He walked. Before me still on her hands and knees was my Moms Mom, ass up with my cum splattered all over her ass and back. She turned her head back to me and gave me a big smile before blowing me a kiss. Gran was one of them ladies that even though she was in her early sixties still looked pretty hot for her age. She was a natural beauty with long black hair and big green eyes. Almost gypsy like which is where I imagine Jill inherited her smoldering looks from. On top of all that, she always took great. John was pretty sure Marella would work out really well. John was extremely busy and time flew so when the next weekend came around he had almost forgotten about Marella arriving. John was on the back deck doing emails when the white Ford sputtered up the drive with a surfboard strapped to the roof. Marella gets out wearing an old worn man’s white shirt with the top three buttons provocatively open and the sleeves rolled up. Her dad’s John wonders? Hopefully not a serious boyfriend he hopes to.